And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven.
A feral wolf guarding the female wolf with silk-like fur, parading the snow covered ground. A low growl emerging from behind those canine teeth, a warning sign so clear, so deadly. But a howl rose above the stinging wind, and reality sinks in. The wolf wimpered bitterly, and pawed the snow reluctantly. Then, turning its back, it traced its steps slowly back to its nest.
You could see the eyes of the proud grey wolf, a shadowed grey pair that gleamed in the blue moonlight, a silvery drop of tear fizzling in the snow. Its sleek and beautiful body disappearing into the horizon, and when it would ever return remained a mystery left uncovered.
So silently, the warmth of love burns within.
posted by cigarettelove @ 6:41 AM
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